Chapter 23

• Cleaning up the mess on the streets turned out to be more than Monica could watch. Especially after her scuttle with Adam. Her mate... She scoffed to herself. Amely had made it sound so sacred and sincere, but this mate bond was nothing but a strain. It wasn't like the falling in love at first sight thing. Her mate was cruel and cold, calculating and pushing everybody away. For a second, Monica wondered what he had been like before this all took place. Kind and caring? The small traces of warm moments they had shared were quickly dimmed and replaced by his hand on her neck.
• She crawled at her cast, wanting it gone. Why couldn't she heal faster like him? They were supposed to be mates.
• Standing at the end of the street, Monica watched the ambulances and big vehicle taking the deceased into them. This world was rotten. But not as much as to want to destroy it or let it destroy her, like Adam had done. She knew good still existed, and she was going to fight for it.